I have what’s called a blenderface. It’s the wonderful blessing of composite features. Almost everyone I meet tells me about some friend that I profoundly resemble. It garners early overfamiliarity, which in turn helps foster personal confidence.
Advantageous.
In any case, I wonder how many times a hitman has almost shot me from a rooftop on that account, only to realise his error at the last second.
Probably not many, but it’s still a fun thought that keeps me glancing skyward.
